DSL, of course!

(Featured image: Megan Vaughn)

Valerie lived in the condos just across the street from David's own shabby, rundown apartment building. She'd told him at work how she shared the upscale place with her parents and younger sister, but he'd never been inside. The closest he'd gotten was the front door, one of the times he walked her home after a closing shift at the restaurant – only to get rejected and blue-balled when he asked if he could come in.

He skipped down the crummy steps of the building and out into the humid cacophony of the downtown sprawl outside. The sidewalk crowds jostled him as he pushed toward the street, then dodged taxis and cyclists to get across the four wide lanes separating him from his prize. The door to the condo building was propped open, and he slipped inside to tag the elevator button, riding it up to the 5th floor.

"507, 509, 511," he counted, stopping in front of the familiar, dark blue door with the sunny yellow welcome mat outside. He took a deep breath, really hoping Kristi wasn't lying about everything this alternate reality had in store for him, then knocked heavily with the butt of his fist.

Valerie looked sexy as ever when she pulled the door open; she wore a flowy, patterned sundress that cinched nicely around her waist, accentuating her round hips and fleshy tits. Her kinky black hair draped over the mocha skin of her shoulders, and her glossy dick-sucking lips glinted in the clean, white light of the hallway.

"David? Why are you here?" She had been smiling, but it faded quickly when she realized it was him. She'd complained to the manager about his constantly hitting on her after a few walks home, and that was enough to get him kicked to the curb.

"Hey Val, just dropped by to say hi – how you been?" David felt his cock stiffening in his grimy sweats at the sight of his old work crush. It felt like it was snaking further down his inner thigh than usual, before tenting forward in a way that would have been embarrassing – while he was alive.

"I've… oh my god, seriously?" A twitch between David's legs caught her eye and she glanced down at the solid protrusion fighting to reach out to her.

"Oh, yeah – I haven't cum in like 15 minutes, you mind helping me out with this?" Deciding to carpe-diem the situation, he pushed into the condo and grabbed Valerie by the crook of her arm, pulling her toward the archway on the other side of the kitchen.

The interior was gorgeous. Finely stained wood furniture, granite counters, large-tiled floors – exactly the kind of place he expected from a posh slut like Valerie. Beyond the archway was a spacious living area with overstuffed leather couches facing a giant flat screen TV, and it seemed like no one else was home.

"David, I'd rather–" she winced as the skinny pervert dragged her to her knees and flopped down onto the couch.

"Don't care – put those lips to work, I wanna feel your nose sniffing at my pubes." He was as surprised as she was when he tugged down the waistband of his sweats and a meaty 9-incher thwacked against his belly. He really was in heaven.

This fact was doubly proven when, rather than immediately calling the police, Valerie tepidly scooted forward and pulled his dick toward her with a few fingers, contemplating the head with mild disgust before sealing her lips around it. And wow, were they just as pillowy and perfect as they looked. He'd heard from a few other co-workers that she gave great head, and was determined to get the same treatment.

"What is this, a fuckin' Tootsie Pop commercial? Get that shit down your neck!" He wadded a handful of her floral-scented hair in his grubby palm and jerked her head forward, stabbing at her tonsils like a goblin abusing a princess in a lewd fairytale. She retched as the smelly meat piston punched the back of her throat, and twin teardrops sprang down her cheeks, glistening beautifully as she squinted her eyes shut.

She grabbed at his thighs, but rather than pushing herself away to regain a shred of her rapidly fading dignity, she tried her best to oblige him and swallow more of his pulsing cockmeat into her face.

"That's a good girl," David sneered, wrapping hands behind her thick head of dark hair. He dragged her closer to his twitching nutsack, relishing the strained gurgles and spatters of snot issuing from her pretty face, while her throat stretched obscenely.

"Hey Val, did you – oh," a large, black man in a bright polo and jeans stepped from a hallway into the living area, where he saw presumably his daughter getting her throat used by a scrawny white boy with bad B.O.

David froze, certain his life was about to end, but the rigor mortis in his muscles didn't allow Valerie to dislodge the fat shaft from its position leaking precum down her throat. Her dad looked from her, to David, and back to her, as she retched and spilled hot slime all over the white nutsack and brown leather pressed against her tits.